Bored, Crowley wandered outside, slightly intrigued by the fliers. He hadn't attended a good pagan festival in a while and it might prove to be entertaining, provided he stayed well away from the bonfire.

Unfortunately, the crowd who'd arrived so far kind of sucked. There was the crying, phone-stealing kid with the snakes, the spacey blonde, Odin, and the mangy hawk boy. Oh well. If it was awful he could always leave.